Lost - - Open Sept 30, 2012 23:08:09 GMT -5
Post by AMIRA SWIFT on Sept 30, 2012 23:08:09 GMT -5
|[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 480px; background-image: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2m5gjtu.jpg); height: 600px; padding-left: 80px;][style=opacity: 0.7; width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 2px solid #111111; -moz-border-radius: 1em; -webkit-border-radius: 1em; background-image: url(http://i443.photobucket.com/albums/qq154/ChainedCross/Hungry/eh11.png); float: left;] [/style] [style=font-family: font-family:times; font-size: 40px; padding-left: 120px; padding-right: 3px; line-height: 35px;] I WANNA MAKE,[/style][style=font-size: 13px; font-family: georgia; line-height: 13px; padding-left: 110px; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify;]enough money to run my life, from the top of a mountain in the dead of night, it'll be you and me and a couple of dogs, and the rest of the world can just move on, cos I got what I want & I got what I need & there's nothing in this world but you for me. [/style]|
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Her lower lip slid in and she chewed on it. Not a good habit, but it was healthier then chewing her fingernails. She would not be worried, if it wasn't for the fact that one; it was getting dark, and two; despite her outfit she was beginning to feel the chill of the autumn night. She really was not afraid of the dark, no that wasn't it. It was this place. Trolls lived in forests too you know!
She spun around, she was currently in a clearing, honestly she was not that far from her path, but she was unable to find it. Lost as she was, the second that she heard the twig snap, she jumped a bit. "Who's out there. It is incredibly rude to sneak up on unsuspecting people!" She clutched her bag closer, the only things in there were the fliers and a large book, along with her wallet - which held money, and her cellphone. Which did not have anyone that she could call at this moment. Really, she needed to get some friends in this dang town.
Actually, she just needed to get out of this forest. The bakery's grand opening was the following day, and if she was not there, there was not going to be a grand opening. She swallowed the lump in her throat, hands clenching into fists. The only reason she was not in tears right now, is because trolls thrived off of fear, and she was not giving the troll the satisfaction of seeing her squirm. [/style]
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